The payroll representative dropped an envelope by my desk today. I knew it wasn't a pink slip by the envelope. It may as well have been: it was a five-figure tax levy against my wages for taxes and penalties I didn't even know were owed. My husband had hidden the trouble from me. I knew we were in hawk for 2007, but he had assured me any other years had been taken care of and I believed him. I never saw any communications from the tax authorities. He beat me to the mail and removed them. I feel so betrayed. I feel so stupid. I ignored my misgivings about marrying him four years ago. Now, here I am. I found a divorce-tax-bankruptcy specialist attorney. All I can do is cry. It's beyond anything else. From a divorcee in 1998 with 15 boxes, a couple sticks of furniture and not enough money after rent to eat much I busted my chops to create a nice life and now, here I am. Just shoot me now.



